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9/23/o6 sat.
It's so hard.
They tell me to step on the brake
as though
I won't break.
And so I perish.
Just like this land.
Lost forever
in the sands of time.
Years pass by
and they lavish me like a work of art.
As though I've become celestial
and blessed has become my heart.
Their beliefs are feeble
and nostalgically unbelievable.
Their ideas shift
and they all seem full of shit.
My entity has become scarce
as it looks down up the world.
My halo is cracked, and a forbidden tail grows --
I have become a corrupted girl.
The want to say it is there.
The need is also present.
But there's no reason for it
because it assures it wouldn't be pleasant.
There is nothing else
except to give up self respect,
which is something I've already done.
And now I exist here and wonder what else is to come.